Singer: Calboy
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Song: Miseducation
Calboy - Miseducation Lyrics (LRC) (04:03-243-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:29.80]Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)
[00:32.50]We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (Ain't know enough)
[00:35.00]Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up
[00:37.70]And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (Might blow you up)
[00:40.30]And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Them riders rough)
[00:42.90]If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up
[00:45.40]Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough)
[00:48.10]We tryna get some cake, these niggas hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us)
[00:51.30]Through the dark, hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (Like I'm Trayvon)
[00:53.60]I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K. Nunn (Like K. Nunn)
[00:56.10]Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb?
[00:58.70]Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it, they ain't say nothin' (They ain't say nothin')
[01:01.50]This Percocet gon' get me higher (Higher)
[01:03.70]I go to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah)
[01:06.20]She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love"
[01:08.90]You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire
[01:11.20]Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef
[01:14.00]Pray to the Lord, he give me guidance and the right steps (The right steps)
[01:17.20]My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (The night, yeah)
[01:19.70]I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (Feed your soul)
[01:23.10]Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)
[01:25.60]We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (Ain't know enough)
[01:28.30]Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up
[01:30.80]And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up)
[01:33.40]And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Them riders rough)
[01:35.90]If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up (We might tie him up)
[01:39.10]Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough)
[01:41.60]We tryna get some cake, these niggas hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us)
[01:44.30]Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill
[01:46.80]On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels
[01:49.40]Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears
[01:52.10]On my Learjet airplane, tryna pop my ears
[01:54.70]Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real
[01:57.40]You faker than some shiny white veneers
[01:59.40]And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill
[02:00.80]I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill
[02:03.30]I make a giant kneel
[02:04.60]I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin'
[02:07.10]Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared
[02:09.20]From the bottom of my heart, m...........
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